CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVENTriggering warning~ CamillaI hated him.I hated his smirk, the one that reeked of his arrogance, as if he already knew how this would end. I hated his hands, the way they held me down, as if my resistance was nothing more than entertainment. I hated his voice, wrapping around me like a noose, tightening with every filthy whisper."Get off me, you sick bastard!" I spat, thrashing against his grip, my nails digging into his arms deep enough to leave marks, to draw blood if I could. But he didn’t even flinch. If anything, he looked pleased."Now, now," he murmured, his tone full of mock concern. "Such hostility, sweetheart. You wound me."I struggled harder, my breath ragged, my chest heaving, but it was useless. His strength dwarfed mine, his body pressed against mine, his grip unrelenting. My legs quivered.And then he moved—entering me, slowly and then, faster. I clenched my jaw so hard it hurt.His smirk widened. "You're fighting it," he mused, "but your body?
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